Never Grow Old

I saw an angel standin' in the sun...

and he shouted aloud to all the birds

flyin' overhead in the sky...

"Come here, gather at the feast that God is giving!

There will be the flesh of kings for you."

This one's for Thomas.

This one's...

for Mama.

I'll be off now.

- How's the baby? - Sleeping.

Bye!

"God is our refuge and strength.

Therefore do not fear,

there is a river whose streams make glad the City of God,

the holy place where the Most High dwell."

Amen.

Thank you.

Good night, Papa.

Good night, sweetheart.

Goodnight, Papa.

- Hey. - Hey.

How's my wonderful niece and nephew?

- How are you? - Good. And you?

- Glad you're good. - How are you, my darling?

All right. Are we goin' in?

It has come...

to my attention that certain people

in this congregation...

are questioning whether we made the right decision...

when we banished alcohol...

gambling, and whores...

from this town.

Business has suffered, there's no denyin' that.

But who in this room...

would return to the way it was?

Who?

Which one of you...

would choose sin...

over the way of the Lord?

Stand up!

Stand up now and show yourselves!

When those of us who founded this town first came here,

the land was crawling with savages.

But with the help of the US Cavalry,

we cleared this land.

Oh, it was...

a sometimes horrific...

and frightenin' task

but we did not hesitate for a moment because we knew

our town would be a holy town!

Here, in Garlow, we are a shining example

to all America of what a true Christian town can be.

America.

America!

It's a new country.

We have an opportunity to make it a heaven or a hell!

We can make it a paradise here on Earth...

where all men are treated equal,

where no man wants for food or shelter,

where we all work for a common good,

and our entire lives are in praise of the Lord.

And here, in Garlow, is where it all begins.

I can see it!

It is beautiful!

Before we go...

I'd like to remind you

that the Garlow Women's Christian Temperance League

led by my loving wife, Maria,

will have hot soup and freshly baked bread

ready for everyone who's attended this sermon.

And now, if you please stand we'll sing the hymn,

"The Shining Shore."

Get back here right now!

Stop it! Get back here!

Hey. Hey, you be careful!

Don't go knockin' anyone over.

You know, uh, Elsa and I,

we... we kinda think of them as our own, so,

you know, anytime you and Audrey want some time alone,

just give us a holler.

We'll be glad to look after them for ya.

Hell, you can keep 'em.

So, um, I will need, uh, some jerky.

Do you still have some?

Um, I mean, I need some...

This one here.

That one.

I like that gun the best.

Emma, don't touch it. Never touch a gun.

Why don't you get a gun, Pa?

I have a gun. My rifle.

But you should get a new one.

It would be good if Indians come back and try and kill us.

I think we'll be all right.

Do you have some of that rice?

- Rice? Certainly. Over here. - Yeah. Great.

You stop me.

What?

Yes, I'll be with you in a minute, sir.

Thank you.

So, let's see.

Now, who in the hell was that?

Everybody on Papa!

- Come on! - No!

- Oh, no. - Yeah! Yes!

Yeah, I got him!

Aye, you got me.

You children get washed up now.

I washed up earlier.

That was this morning.

Oh, you're covered in mud. Look at you.

But if I wash up any more, there ain't gonna be nothing left of me.

I heard that, mister!

- Caught ya! - Hey!

- I'm gonna get you. - You can't catch me.

Hyah!

Don't you think it's time we finally finish

what we started and headed all the way out to California?

Why? I thought you liked it here.

I do, but...

...this isn't the same town that we stopped in.

You know, business was good back then, remember?

The saloon was busy. The town was full...

all the time. But...

now?

We're happy here, aren't we?

We don't want for anything.

Business will pick up.

But if it doesn't,

there's always a chance we could go hungry.

That's not gonna happen.

There will always be enough job to get by.

I just can't help but feelin' that we're bein' left behind, you know?

Like we're missin' out.

And we're so close, Audrey.

Just over those mountains. In two months, we'd be there.

No. We can't just abandon the place.

We put so much effort into building it up.

It'll pick up.

You'll see.

Come on, boy!

Come on!

Come, boy.

- Don't let me down. - What's wrong with the horse?

I think he's sick.

Is he gonna die?

I don't know, sweetheart.

- I think so. - I don't want him to die.

I know you don't.

None of us do.

Can I put flowers on his coffin?

Horses don't have coffins, silly.

- Why not? - Theyjust don't.

- How would they fit in them? - Papa can make one, can't you, Papa?

Hmm. Thomas is right.

He's too big for a coffin.

Okay, come on.

Come on, children. Let's go back inside.

Can I kiss him goodbye, first?

Sure.

Bye. Thanks for carrying me on your back.

- Goodbye. - Goodnight, Sheriff.

- Goodnight, Mrs. Tate. - Bye.

Do you want me to stay with you, Pa?

It's all right, son.

You go on inside.

Here.

You can use this.

I can do it if you want me to.

No, it's all right.

I'll do it.

We're lookin' for a man named Bill Crabtree. Do you know him?

Far as I know, he left a few months back

but his wife lives over the other side of town.

Can you show us where?

Yeah, you ride straight through there,

up through the town there, to the left, there.

No, no, no, no! You come with us and show us.

I can't. My wife is waitin' for me.

Climb on up here and take us there.

I said I can't.

How about if we come in there and we ask your wife

to show us where he lives?

Climb up, son. Don't make me ask you again.

Mrs. Crabtree.

I'm sorry, but these men...

Mommy! Oh, Mommy! No!

No!

Where's Bill?

He's not here.

Well, where did he go?

I don't know.

- You sure? - Yeah.

He's not here. I swear.

You won't find him here.

He up and left us. We haven't seen him in over a year.

What do you want Bill for?

Bill's got a price on his head.

He killed a guard and an old man, too.

Your daddy's a bank robber.